Sunday, December 26, 2010

Two is a weird age. Cassidy's definitely not a baby anymore; he wants to be actively doing things, and he can interact with us, and he has very clear wants. But he's not a child yet either, even though he looks like one. Christmas was a good reminder of that.

On Christmas Eve day, we continued our annual museum tradition by going to the Exploratorium. Barb and Sara are in town, and went with us. We thought he'd like it, even though a lot of the exhibits are clearly too old for him, but he didn't really get interested in it. He was more excited by seeing the ducks outside. He did like running around, though, and the fish were cool. In a couple of years we'll take him back and nurture that inner science geek a little more.

Christmas Day was similar; he's still too young to get excited about opening presents. Not only is it not interesting, he's actively opposed to sitting still long enough for it. (I suspect that next year will be a very different story.) The plus is that there wasn't anyone (except me) whining to start opening the presents already. He did like the books that he got, and the toy recycling truck from Grandma Sonnie and Grandpa Chris. Not surprisingly, he had as much fun with the $1.49 box his crayons came in as anything else.

The rest of us made out pretty well also, and had a nice holiday together.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Life seems so simple when you're two. No job, no bills, no chores. On a rainy day, you can practice your piggy face, admire the Christmas tree, race around the dining room table, pretend to feed your stuffed animals, or just have a little cuddle time with Alex the monkey. How cool is that?

Sunday, December 12, 2010

So we got our Christmas tree up today. As you can tell from the photos, we're very traditional about how the tree is decorated: sock monkey ornaments are lower, Hello Kitty is up high, dinosaurs are spread out, and the Egyptian cat is at the top, just like it is in those Currier & Ives prints. Now we get to look forward to three weeks of keeping Cassidy from grabbing all these things that look just like toys and are right next to his play area, and also keeping the cats from trying to scale it. I'm thinking about setting up a pool to wager on how long it is before the tree is pulled over and who the culprit is.

We also have some pictures of Cassidy with the stuffed pig his Aunt Barb and Cousin Sara sent him, as well as the very loud car Grandma and Grandpa Brooks sent. Last but not least, we have the pouty face that Cassidy whips out when he feels he's being oppressed - in this case, he wanted Holly to chase him around the kitchen another 800 times.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Cassidy had his second birthday party today. It was fairly low-key; his friends DD and Mike and Freya and Carrie came to visit, along with Mommy and Daddy and Grandma Rachel. He got lots of great presents and hugs, and got to chase everyone around and show off his toys and books. What more could a soon-to-be two year old want?

He's also figured out how to give himself a piggy face by pressing his face up against the glass door of our stereo cabinet. It's one of those behaviors that we really shouldn't encourage (the doors are covered with toddler slime now), but is so hilarious that it's tough not so laugh when he does it.

Cassidy

I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream.I can tell by the mark he left you were in his dream.Ah, child of countless trees.Ah, child of boundless seas.What you are, what you're meant to beSpeaks his name, though you were born to me,Born to me, Cassidy...

Lost now on the country miles in his Cadillac.I can tell by the way you smile he's rolling back.Come wash the nighttime clean,Come grow this scorched ground green,Blow the horn, tap the tambourineClose the gap of the dark years in betweenYou and me, Cassidy...

Quick beats in an icy heart.catch-colt draws a coffin cart.There he goes now, here she starts:Hear her cry.Flight of the seabirds, scattered like lost wordsWheel to the storm and fly.

Faring thee well now.Let your life proceed by its own design.Nothing to tell now.Let the words be yours, I'm done with mine.